"Could that trip have been any more worthless?" questioned Leon as they returned to the shop. Count D just shot him a look as he took his findings to the back room. Leon tagged along, complaining about the short trip the entire way. Finally, the Count turned to face him. "I do not appreciate comments like that, Detective. This journey was well worth everything. I got exactly what I was hoping for. I did not think I would aquire this much to sell in only one trip." he said, and went into a room on the right. Leon began to follow, but the door was already closing in his face. Leon rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he said, and found his way back to the main room. Count D hadn't set out the usual cakes and candies on the table, so Leon snooped around looking for food. "There is NOTHING here that doesn't have loads of sugar." he whined, sitting on the sofa. Count D finally emerged into the main room, to find Leon mumbling about nutrition. "Detective, I am sure that if you desire nutritious food you might try the Chinese restaurant down the street." he suggested, sitting in his usual chair and fixing a cup of tea. Leon raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, like I'll go there. That stuff is nasty, D." he said. Count D shrugged and sipped his tea. Count D was relieved when Leon left the shop about half an hour later. "I'll be back tomorrow to drop Chris off." he said, closing the door behind him. The Count relaxed for a few minutes, thinking about his new finds in the back room. "They will seel rather quickly." he said to himself. Suddenly, there came a knock on the door. Count D rose to his feet and opened the door a crack. "Welcome to my pet shop. I am Count D. How may I be of service?" he asked the young man standing before him. The man sighed. "I'm Paul. I'm here to buy a pet to replace my dog. She died yesterday." he replied. Count D nodded. "I understand. Do come in." he offered, holding the door open as Paul stepped in.